#🪻| head over heels

[viilpstick]

Hear me out, bram stocker (BUNGO STRAY DOGS YALL) with a CRAZY scientist s/o. Can’t we all just y’know? See it?

A steampunk, Frankstein from Mary Shelley vibes, who deep down is not a villain is just a Anti-Villain/Hero, with the song “crazy = genius” playing 24/1 in their head and that is insanely energetic type of person?

LIKE—

AUTHORS?!??! WRITE. IT. DOWN.

I can see it happen, like where the s/o is trying to find a way to get Bram his other half back.

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he is so... omg. i am feral-

this man me in a chokehold.

Vil schoenhiet

The fairest one of all/…

[ghostlyferrettarot]

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🐞Pile 1: The Hermit, 2 of Pentacles, Knight of Wands.

Hi pile 1! This person will probably be someone you will share your environment with, this could be through work or studies etc. There will be some trust between you, you will have a friendship before you start dating and I feel like you will have known each other for a while.

I feel like you both might be a little shy, for this reason it might take a while for this person to ask you out as they might be thinking about the possible consequences of ruining the friendship you already have. But they will eventually do it, and it will be a lot of fun.

The date itself will be quite relaxed and enjoyable. You will probably decide to go for a walk, maybe visit a cafe and then continue walking while chatting. The atmosphere will be comfortable and calm, allowing you to open up to each other without pressure. At the end of the day, you will both feel satisfied and confident in the connection you have established, leaving behind any doubts you might have had before going out together. Truly beautiful and fun energy! 🐞

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🌸Pile 2: 5 of Wands, The Sun, 10 of Cups.

Hi pile 2! This person is someone new in your life. Someone who will catch your eye as soon as you see them; I feel that both of you will feel very attracted to each other. Maybe you will meet them through someone in common, at some kind of event where there will be several people, like a party or gathering.

I feel that this date will be a lot of fun, both of you seem to have a very charismatic and cool energy, I feel that there is a fire energy going on, so this could be significant. You will probably choose a place where you can enjoy and have fun, like an amusement park, a fair or even a place to dance, etc.; but certainly something in which you will have a lot of fun, there will also be a lot of people. I see you shining through this persons eyes pile 2, so pretty🥹

I am convinced that you will love this new person, and you will realize how fun and cool they are. I believe they will also be impressed by you, which will open the door to a second date. The night could culminate with a kiss or a special moment that will really special for both of you. Without a doubt, this will be the start of something exciting and full of possibilities! 🌸

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🪻Pile 3: 2 of Cups, King of Cups, Ace of Wands.

Hi pile 3! This person is really lovely, pile 3. I feel like they are going to go out of their way to make sure you enjoy every moment together. You person probably feels head over heels for, so they want to make the best date possible. At the end of the day, they already feel blessed to have a date with you, honestly so sweet :").

This person will probably take you out to dinner somewhere romantic, special and intimate, I see them sharing deep conversations and having a great time. I feel like at some point during the date they will surprise you with a special detail, like some flowers or a piece of jewelry, because they are a very attentive and dedicated person.

In their eyes, you are someone truly special, and I am convinced that their efforts to make you feel good will pay off. The date will surely end with both of you wanting to get to know each other even more, creating a connection that could be very meaningful. There is a very positive energy, pile 3, and it is really sweet to see how they care about you 🪻🩷

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[honeydazai]

Hello, I don't know if applications are open but I saw your post about the event and wanted to know if you can write to Fyodor at the point: "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" Plis 😣😖

Fyodor + "I bought you flowers."

milestone drabble event! 🪻

It has been a few weeks ever since you've started dating Fyodor, and you still haven't gotten used to the way he spoils you.

The shoes on your feet, delicate heels that somehow manage to be comfortable while also being stunning, are gifts of his; so is the dress that's clinging to your body, the fabric pure silk.

A personal driver of his makes sure you get to every date with him safely and comfortably, the car luxurious, the chauffeur respectful and polite. To be honest, the treatment has you feeling like nothing short of royalty, causing you to giggle to yourself ever so often, giddy.

While you still don't know what exactly it is he does for work, the question usually evaded with suave words and a silver tongue until he has redirected the conversation to a different topic entirely, he certainly seems to have enough money to spend it freely, albeit certainly not carelessly.

Now, as you're sat next to him inside one of the usual cars, sleek black, your eyes fall onto a bouquet so large it brushes against your arm even while still held by him, yet somehow managing not to be obnoxious, colours white and a pale lilac. Still, you're perplexed by the sight of it.

“Fyodor—, what's this?”

His smile is gentle, albeit he now raises an eyebrow in mild amusement. “Those are flowers, dear. Your favourite ones, as far as I'm aware.”

“No, I know that. They are my favourites; I'm just asking why you're gifting me flowers.” As far as you're aware, this is little more than the usual date between the two of you; there's no special occasion, or so you hope — if there was, that would mean you'd have forgotten about it.

“Does there have to be a reason?” Fyodor tilts his head to the side, black bangs moving like shadows. “I merely thought you'd like them. Don't you?”

“I do”, you hurry to say, gaze falling down onto the bouquet again. It's objectively stunning, but the idea of Fyodor going out of his way to make you gifts without even needing an occasion to do so is what truly makes your heart soar. “I really do. Thank you.”

“Of course, dear.”

It takes a few moments until you notice that, despite your conversation just now, he looks oddly expectant, purple eyes occasionally flickering over to you. More seconds pass before you realise just what he might be waiting for.

With a smile gracing your features — something about him being this patient yet eager is frankly adorable —, you lean forward, lips soon pressing against his cheek. The action leaves a faint glittering stain on pale skin, your lip gloss showing. “Thank you, Fyodor. I love them.”

If you had to describe his expression, a smug and content cat that has just been fed comes to mind.

“I'm glad.”

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The first time Eddie visited Harrington Floral at Starcourt Mall, it was after he’d finished band practice and had a craving for an Orange Julius. If Californians were good for one thing, it was making smoothies.

It was the mountain of flowers being assembled in the window display that caught his attention, stopping him in his tracks on his way out. Eddie stood there with his guitar case slung over his back, slurping his way through frothy orange goodness as he watched.

The florist was biting his lip as he carefully adjusted the position of a baby blue delphinium. A strand of hair fell into his eyes. The arrangement was called Take My Breath Away, according to the cue card in front of it.

Eddie’s breath certainly had been. He was completely enthralled as the florist’s huge hands expertly handled those delicate little flowers. He hadn’t bent a single petal.

The florist seemed to realize somebody was staring and glanced up—and weren’t those some of the warmest, puppy dog brown eyes Eddie had ever been caught by?

“Gorgeous,” he mouthed, winking and gesturing towards the arrangement, though he was talking about both man and flower.

The florist squinted and frowned at him, pointing at his ear and shaking his head.

Eddie grinned and shrugged. Ah, well.

A customer in the store caught the florist’s attention because he suddenly glanced behind himself, wiped his hands off on his green apron, and then left the window.

Rocking on his heels, Eddie turned to leave, but he spent the rest of the day thinking about the cute brunet and his pretty blooms.

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[viilpstick]

THE EPEL ONE IS SO JAKHKJACHIUAHMCUHACIUAHMIUA I LOVE MY SON SO MUCH, he is with a small ponytail-- omg so precious (he is a deliquent in my home) o(≧▽≦)o

and omg the leona one got me opening wattpad/ao3/tumblr for the 4th time, kicking my feet, twirling my hair, blushing, giggling and shit

Coming soon

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Treat You 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note:Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You rub your arm as you stand to the side, waiting as Peter pays at the till for the two bags worth of groceries. The easiness of his transaction, the casualness of his snack spree, needles in your head. You never walked the aisles without a specific number and strict list of necessities. He strolled around, offering to buy you any sweet snack that stuck out to him.

You refused it all. You already feel like too much. The way you tower over him and lope around after him like a strange shadow makes you want to wilt away.

As he gets his receipt you grab the bags from the end of the till. Peter startles you as his hand wraps around yours and you flinch, facing him. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t… I was trying to help–”

“I’ll carry them,” he insists, “please, you’re my guest. You don’t have to carry the bags.”

“I don’t mind,” you say but let him take the groceries. You’re embarrassed by your misplaced courtesy.

“I know you don’t mind, but I do,” he says, “Aunt May wouldn’t like me making a pretty girl do all the heavy lifting.”

You dip your chin down, “right.”

“Well, let’s go,” he steps past you, “i hear my Switch calling us.”

You trail after him and wring your hands. You peek over at the tills as you pass. You’ve never been in this place before. It’s too overpriced for your pockets.

“Switch?” You wonder as you follow him through the automatic doors.

“Uh yeah, the system?” He explains, “man, you’re gonna love it. It’s so much fun. We could do some practice rounds before everyone gets there.”

“Sure, I guess,” you agree as you cross the parking lot.

“Don’t sound so excited,” he teases as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the keys.

“Sorry,” you mutter.

“Kidding,” he says as he puts the bags in the backseat, “trust, this is gonna be hype.”

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Peter leads you up to a small two-story house. It’s a lot nicer than your father’s apartment. The walls aren’t peeling or stained and the floors are clean. You stop just inside to remove your shoes as he does the same, the bags on the short bench against the wall.

“Peter?” A voice precedes the appearances of an older woman, her dark hair wavy and woven with strands of silver, “you’re back. I didn’t think I’d catch you before Denise got here– oh,” she stops short as she sees you, “who’s this?”

Peter lifts the bags and introduces you. You give a tiny wave as you stay by the door, “this is my Aunt May,” he explains as he sidles past her.

“Oh, honey, please come in,” she beckons you closer, “I’m just on my way out so you won’t need to worry about me.”

“Uh, alright,” you clasp your hand around your elbow as you shuffle forward.

“My, you’re so tall,” she remarks, “like a model.”

“Um,” your cheeks and ears burn, “not really.”

“Can I get you something before I go?”

“May, I got it,” Peter calls from an empty doorway, “stop trying to scare my friends away.”

“I’m not scary,” she giggles, “please make yourself at home.”

She smiles and flits through the door, “Pete, I’m gonna stay at Denise’s so you guy will have the house to yourselves. When I get back, I don’t want a mess.”

You hover just outside but quickly retreat. You wouldn’t want to eavesdrop. As you turn on your heel, you hear her lower her voice to a whisper, you only catch a single word, “cute…”

“May,” Peter groans loudly in response and you make an effort to block out their conversation. 

You stand at the bottom of the stairs, too anxious to explore further. You look around at the pictures on the wall; Peter and his aunt on all sorts of adventures, him with some sort of school award, and hand-painted welcome sign just inside the entryway.

“Anywho,” May trills as she appears again, “I’m on my way.” She steps into heeled boots and looks over at you, “it was really nice to meet you, honey.”

“Um, you too,” you murmur.

“Have lots of fun,” she says loud enough for Peter to hear.

“Mayyyyyy,” he drones.

“Fine, fine,” she cringes, “bye.”

She turns, snatching her purse up from the bench and scurries out the door. You stand in the silence left by her departure. You hear Peter in another room moving around. You clasp your hands together and bob on your heels.

“Hey,” he startles you, “come on.”

“Oh,” you turn and follow him as he waves you through the doorway. 

You pad through the front room and turn through another door into a kitchen. He has several bowls filled with chips. Your stomach growls at the sight and you press your palm to it, trying to quiet it.

“Hungry?” He chuckles as the rumble fills the lull.

“I’m good,” you insist.

“Sorry about May, she can be so embarrassing.”

“She’s nice,” you say.

“Yeah, she is,” he agrees reluctantly, “she just… likes to make a big deal.”

You nod and weave your fingers together then pull them apart, “can I help with anything?”

“Uh, sure,” he looks around, “we’ll be hanging out in the basement so you could bring some of these down,” he gestures to the chips.

“Sure,” you step closer to the counter.

“I’ll show you where,” he takes two bowls and you do the same, “I forgot to ask, what do you like to drink?”

He turns and leads you into the hallway off the kitchen, down to a door behind the ascending staircase. Beneath, is another set of steps that turn at a ninety degree angle. He lets you go first.

“Water is fine,” you say as you descend.

“Water? I mean… do you like beer or–”

“I don’t drink,” you say a bit too tersely. “Sorry, I… no, I don’t drink.”

“That’s cool,” he replies, “I got koolaid or soda.”

“Thanks, um, I just… I don’t like alcohol.”

“Yeah, fair, my friends are big drinkers, I’m not much into it.”

There’s a folding table set up against the wall. You put the chips there as he does the same, brushing close before he backs up. You look around at the furnished basement; there’s a sectional and two armchairs, gathered around a large screen television and a bunch of accessories. You feel small, a peculiar sensation for you.

“I’ll go grab everything else, why don’t you get settled in?” He suggests, “oh, and you’re welcome to dig into the snacks. You don’t have to wait.”

“Thanks, I’m good,” you smile and turn to pace around, reluctant to do anything more than look. You’d hate to make a mess of it.

“Right,” his voice is flat, almost disappointed, “I’ll be back.”

[snowsinterlude]

🪻 - violet roses and bleeding hearts.

(incel coriolanus snow x reader)

summary: no one knew how sweet your boyfriend could be. even if he was a raging misogynistic incel.

based on this ask !

c.w: incel coriolanus, mentions to misoginy, fluff, short fic, coryo being a sweetheart (most parts), couple content, some slight mentions to sex, slight punching

whilst everyone asked you why you were with coriolanus snow, the biggest incel of the academy and also one of the smartest and prettiest nerds, you knew you had him on the palm of your hand.

he was a terrible person towards woman, of course. he always had something to say towards others but never towards you. no, no.

you were his muse. his goddess. it is safe to say that he adored you, loved you so much it was a joke. it seemed fun to you that you both started talking because of an argument about clothes and the way femininity should be performed.

of course, it didn't end very well, you punched him in the face after he said something about traditional woman and that punch was enough for him to be head over heels to you. acting like a puppy with you and an angry pitbull towards others. he never thought much abbout others, but you? ma'am, ever since that punch, you had him on your bare feet.

he was a virgin mess before you met him, and he still is a mess but a more controled one- at least with you.

he knows his way with words. and acts! he loves giving you roses and huge bouquets of his grandma'am white roses, however, when he thought it was too much white, he turned to the one thing he knew you loved:

violet roses and bleeding hearts.

"y/n," he called you, voice a bit hitched from his excitement. it's been days since he wanted to see you, and he looked like a lost puppy without you around. however, he looked at your clothes up and down, the big hoodie and the sweatpants calling his attention as he frowned a bit and gulped down.

you noticed that, anyway. "what is it, coryo? is there something wrong with my clothes?" you asked.

obviously, he was ready to answer that question. he was always ready to make a really sweet comment or a really rude one. you knew him. always getting into people's weardrobe as if he has a full one.

"aren't those clothes a bit masculine, my love?" he asked, brows still knitted together. very cute for him.

"i don't think so, they're so comfortable." you said, comforting yourself into the hoodie and smelling it's perfume.

"okay, you're right, love. as always" he said, praying internally that this wouldn't be the outfit you were going to use for you both to go out.

it was worse. but at least it was something a girl would use.

your dress was quite short. white, above the knee, tight, hugging every curve you had while your hair was turned in a bun, high on your neck. pretty. somehow, erotic.

"th...that's..." he stared at you, up and down and down and up all over.

"yes? what is it now?" you asked, hand on your waist as you waited for whatever he had to say.

your sweet boyfriend, who always had something to say about women's clothing, was staring at your body the hole time. he was a bit jealous, he didn’t want to let anyone see you.

"babe, what if we stay here?" he asked, hands on your waist. you weren't against that idea, but you were ready now and didn't had the means, needs or will to go back. "i'll be a good boy, please. let's just stay home."

god he was so cute calling himself a good boy- needless to say he wasn't a good boy.

he was already there, bouquet in front of his body.

"bleeding hearts," you beamed, smiling. "my favorite ones."

"yes, yes. brought them yesterday" he said, kissing your temple. "now, can we j-just.. stay at home?"

"why?"

"you're too pretty. i don't want others to see you dressed like that."

"like that..?"

"like that, yeah. like... i don't know?" he seemed to think for a long time, but he still didn’t had anything to say "like a..."

"like a slut?"

"yeah- wait, no. stop." you laughed, letting him frown and hugging him. "we'll talk about it later, babe. let's stay at home ok?"

"okay" he was more than happy to obey, kissing your lips and laying his head on your lap.

he was yours, in a way that nobody knew. nobody suspected that this boy was so weak for you, especially with the atrocities he spoke. still, he was yours. entirely yours.

[viilpstick]

NO WAIT, BRILLIANT IDEA

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and my last words are

BACK TO WRITING HEHEHE

[viilpstick]

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Professor's Morning

Professor Gale Dekarios-> 🪻

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You awaken to Gale kissing your shoulder up to your neck and ear. The arm under your head pulling your body closer to him, and his hand cups one of your breasts. His beard pricks your skin, sending shivers down your body. His other hand caressed your stomach and slowly drifts down, touching between your legs through your trousers. A gasp escapes your lips as he bites your shoulder. Gale continues to touch you, and you place a hand on his between your legs, encouragingly.

"Good morning, beautiful." He says softly pushing his hand down your waistband.

You groan as his fingers caress you, "Morning, Gale."

He rakes his fingers in and pushes them deep inside you. He continues to kiss the skin he can reach. You grip Gale's hand inside you tightly, pushing his hand down farther. He takes your shivers and moans in stride, using them as encouragement for his movements. You begin to feel him harden behind you, his hips push against your hips.

Gale pushes you onto your back and pulls your trousers off. He pulls his off quickly, lining himself up. Before he can sink into you, you grip him and begin stroking. He sits back a bit onto his heels, enjoying himself before pushing fingers back into you. As you continue pumping your hand around him, Gale lets his head fall back in pleasure.

His thumb rubs circles around your clit. You feel yourself coming undone, but try to hold on. You pull on him, lining him up to push into you. Gale readjusts himself, tossing you onto your side again. He straddles one leg and holds the other around his hips. He begins pulling his hand from you, and thrusts into you.

One of Gale's hands grip the thigh around his waist, the other grips your hips, holding you in place. You let your nails dig into his thighs, taking pleasure in him. You hear his breath quicken as you buck and roll your hips. You earn a whimper from him as your nails dig deeper into his skin.

His fingertips bury into your muscle as he thrusts harder, close to breaking. He feels massive inside you, touching every inch of soft, delicate skin. Gale's hip bones feel like they're piercing the soft skin of your thigh and butt. His thrusts become harder and more uneven as the two of you unravel.

You continue rocking your hips against his riding out the high. He collapsed on top of you, not yet leaving the warmth of your body. Gale kisses your collarbone and makes his way down your body. As he does he slips out of you, gaining a gasp from both of you. He stops at your breasts, kissing any bare skin he finds. He hums against your skin as you comb your fingers through his hair.

Gale looks up at you through his lashes, "I have to do some work, would you like to join me?"

You nod as he dresses himself and leaves to his study. You lay there in silence, feeling your body shiver from both pleasure and the cold air now brushing your body. You push yourself up and pull on a skirt. You stumble through the tower, your legs like jelly, and through his study door. He sits at his desk with two plates of food and two glasses of wine.

The two of you eat in silence as he grades papers. Midday comes sooner than you'd hoped. Gale has raked his hands through his hair more times than you can count. He keeps muttering to himself about his students not understanding the lessons. You notice his stress and begin rubbing his shoulders.

"Are you okay, darling?" You ask, digging your thumbs into his shoulder blades

He sighs and tilts his head back to look at you, "We went over this just before the quiz, I don't understand."

You lean down and kiss him, "I think you need a break."

"You might be right." Gale sighs and pushes away from the desk.

You pull him back to the bedroom. You push him over the foot and onto the mattress. He chuckles as you climb him. You straddle his hips, leaning down to kiss him. He pushes himself mostly upright before dragging the two of you back against the headboard. His fingers pull at the roots of your hair. You feel his erection under you, but try hard to ignore it for now.

You break the kiss and smile at him, "Feeling better?"

"A bit, could always use a bit more work." Gale teases.

As he speaks you reach under you and undo his trousers, pulling him out. You slowly push yourself onto him, having perfect access with your skirt, and sit as still as possible. You giggle as he moans, glaring at the stillness of your hips. You sit up straighter and begin rocking, gripping the headboard to brace yourself. Gale takes the opportunity to unbutton your blouse, taking the swell of your breast into his mouth.

As he suckles the tender skin his hands move up your back, his elbows resting on your thighs. He takes his time kissing, biting, and licking every inch of salty skin. He groans as you lift yourself up and push back down hard. Gale's beard begins to prick at your skin again, and you throw your head back exposing your neck to him. He takes that as an invitation to leave a love mark.

As you feel him reaching his edge you take one hand off the headboard and tangle it at the base of his neck. As you do so he buries his face into your chest, kissing and biting. You feel Gale's release as he quivers and jolts inside you. He gasps against your skin, still holding you as close as he can. He keeps you like that for just a while longer before he's shrunk out of you. The two of you collapse onto the bed and cuddle in silence.

[pacifymebby]

Cal / Sleepiest Girl In The World

🪻warnings: drug use, reader is a stoner, slight nsfw in places, somno right at the end and I've put a warning before it so you can read the rest and just stop before it x🪻

🪻There isn't a single place in the world you couldn't fall asleep, Cal knows that by now, having found you napping in some truly ridiculous places (across the bonnet of someone else's car, on a picnic bench at the side of a race track where there were bikes being revved right next to you! On the bedroom floor even though your bed was literally right there for the taking...)

🪻You've slept through races, through fights, through stunts you wished you hadn't slept through. The fight at that picnic over Milwaukee? Yeah, you were napping.

🪻And whenever you're found napping at the back of the club anyone who finds you always gets Cal.

🪻once you fell asleep on the pool table because you'd lay on your back on it for only a moment just to look at the ceiling light swaying in the breeze, and drifted off... Your little legs dangling over the side, your socked feet swaying in the breeze too. You'd looked so pretty and peaceful he hadn't wanted to disturb you, couldn't even be mad at you for risking damaging the table, and he'd picked you up as gently as he could and carried you somewhere more suitable for sleeping.

🪻He doesn't mind that it's always him though, in fact he thinks it's adorable how sleepy you always seem to be. You're his sleepy sleepy girl and he is head over heels for you.

🪻 Danny's never really successfully interviewed you, it doesn't help that you're a little shy, but every tape he's ever run of you is littered with your little yawns, you all, "I'm sorry Danny don't know why I'm so sleepy today..." And then someone else in the background, usually Corky, "don't listen to her Danny, she knows exactly why she's so "sleepy" today..." Followed by the guys sniggering and scuffling.

🪻You've barely ever got your eyes open in the photographs he takes of you either, he's always trying to capture your peaceful, dreamy nature but all he really ends up with is a collection of photographs of you sleeping against Cal's shoulder whilst he talks about his bike.

🪻It was always obvious you were Cal's girl, even long before you were Cal's girl, the two of you just fitted together so well, made so much sense. You were so laid back, so calm, so happy to just sit and listen to the world going round (or Cal talking on and on about bikes and his bike and all the things he was going to do to it next) you would often choose to sit near him at picnics so that you would have an excuse not to talk, so that you could rest your cheek on your knees and shut your eyes, enjoy the warmth of the sun on your back through your jacket and let the sound of his drawling low voice and the warm afternoon lull you.

🪻 And when the guys would start teasing him telling him he was boring you to sleep you wouldn't have to say anything, you'd just smile at him from where you sat, waiting for permission, and he would nod you over and let you rest your head in his lap, let him place his joint between your lips for you to take a drag as he returned to his talking and you returned to his listening.

🪻None of the other guys ever made a pass at you unless it was specifically with the intention of winding Cal up... Because even if you weren't officially his girl, he already thought of you as his, he could see how made for one another you were, and he was protective of you...

🪻Your sleepy, sweet, a little shy nature made you an easy target for the boys teasing and games, they liked to try and make you blush, embarrass you or trick you (because in truth you were also very gullible). It always took you that second longer to work out when they were talking shit or when you were the butt of one of their jokes and Cal would always rise to the role of your defender, throwing an empty bottle at whoever he thought needed settling down. Offering you solace in his arms or on the back of his bike when you needed an escape from the middle of another joke.

🪻Cal was always warning the other guys not to give you too much of their pot but they'd only ever roll their eyes at him, call him a square and offer you more... Because you're an adorable stoner, the way you get all giggly and pliable. The way your shimmer shadowed eyes glisten as they grow heavy and hooded.

🪻Sometimes the Corky and Wahoo liked to pinch something from your hair or your back pocket, steal your sunglasses and play piggy in the middle with you... Because you're smaller than them, because you get this giggle on you when you've had a smoke that is so sweet and contagious all the boys love to hear it, because you sound so cute when you get tired and you start whining at them to "quit it!" "Leave me alone, give it back!"

"Well which is it doll you want us to leave you alone or give it back?"

"Corkyyyyy! Give!"

🪻Well Cal doesn't want to hear you whining anyone's name but his and so of course he jumps up and joins in, catches your sunglasses and sidles up to you, his own teasing grin on his face when he offers you them and snatches them away at the last second. Only he has ever been allowed to tease you. He holds them up just out of your reach making you jump for them, keeps it up until he's heard you whine his name too. Then he's happy. Grins and tells you to ask nicely.

"Where's your manners baby doll, man I thought you was sophisticated..."

🪻 He'll make you say please, Cal, and when you do he places your sunglasses back on your face over your eyes and holds your cheeks in his palms. He's definitely going to leave a grease stain or two behind but when you stand on your tiptoes to thank him with a kiss to his cheek you leave your lipstick stain on him in return.

🪻 Back then when you started to get sleepy (you were always the first to fall asleep but never had the sense to call it a night and go home) you would find somewhere quieter to curl up and shut your eyes. You'd take a picnic blanket and find the shade of a tree, or sometimes less conventional places, and you would drift to sleep. Cal didn't really like it, you just wandering off, sleeping alone at meetings or picnics because although he knew most the guys there would never lay a finger on you, he didn't know all the guys, and he certainly didn't trust all the guys.

🪻So he always had one eye on you and he was always looking to keep you safe, he'd always make a point of telling Johnny when he saw you wander off, so that he'd know to look out for you too. And Johnny would always say the same stupid thing, with the same shit eating grin, "if you're bothered so much where she sleeps Cal why don't you ask her to sleep with you."

🪻But back then you were only friends...

🪻Now things are a little different... Now when you get sleepy at a meeting or a picnic all you have to do is come find him (not that you're ever particularly far away from him) he can tell just by looking at you what you need and he opens his arms up for you before you've even had to ask.

🪻 "There she is my sleepyhead, those boys been letting you smoke too much?" He teases, his low drawl luring you in. You're too sleepy to talk but his teasing makes you blush when you shake your head and try to deny being stoned. "C'mere doll," he says gathering you up in his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you nuzzle into him and he kisses your head meaningfully.

🪻 The guys will try to razz him up about it but Cal doesn't really care, he'll just smirk a little sheepishly when they tell him he's whipped, he'll remind them they're only jealous they ain't got a girl of their own to show off. And fuck has he got a lot to show off about.

🪻Because he's got you with your sleepy smudged eyeliner, charcoal black around your big doe eyes, your long lashes shadowing your cheeks when your dewy eyes flutter shut. The little whimpers and whines you make when you're getting tired and you just want to curl up and sleep... The little whimpers you sometimes make when you are asleep and you're dreaming youre with him. The way you tend to chew your sleeve or suck your thumb when you're tired, how sweet you look with something in your mouth...

🪻You smell divine, this dusty lavender scent, your perfume and your clothes, your long hair, all smell of it. Like the fields in the evening when the air is thick with pollen, this summer night smell which calms and holds him in a trance whenever you walk by and he catches your scent on the breeze.

🪻He loves to bundle you up in his arms, bury his nose in your hair and breathe in that sweet lavendery smell, loves to tickle you with his beard as he smothers you in kisses to make you giggle and wriggle away from him in your sleep. Loves to hold you tighter whenever you do.

🪻He no longer has to worry about where you're going to nap because you always, always come to him. He is your favourite place to nap, in his arms, wearing his t-shirts, nuzzling into his chest.

🪻There's a chair in his garage that's there especially for you because you love sitting listening to him talk away whilst he works on his bike and on the various cars that get sent his way. And there were just one too many occasions that he'd come up from having been tinkering away beneath a car for several hours, only to find that the reason you'd been so quiet was that you'd fallen asleep curled up against the side of the car using his Vandals jacket as a blanket/pillow.

🪻Your peaceful, daydreamy nature has quite a calming effect on Cal... And he's a pretty laidback kinda guy anyway... Well for the most part. He loves lying atop your covers with you, or on the rug sharing a joint and listening to your LPs, youve tried to make him dance with you on a couple of occasions but it's never really dancing because you're so slow and sleepy, it's always you leaning against him, this cute little smile on your face, your eyes closed peacefully as he rocks you gently to the music.

🪻he loves to curl up in a hammock with you out back, or reclining on the bench on your front porch, you tucked between his legs, drifting to sleep against his chest. He can play with your hair and kiss your cheek and close his eyes and drift off alongside you and it's the best sleep he's ever had.

🪻But when he wants to wake you up he's got certain methods, for certain occasions...

🪻when he needs to wake you up at the bar after a meeting when it's time to get you on the back of his bike and ride you home, he likes to tease you, slip your shoes off and tickle your bare feet, his touch making you jump out of your skin and squeal delightfully - the sound really is music to his ears. Especially because he's given you a fright and left you pissed off and flustered all at once. Because he's made you jump you immediately grasp for him, arms thrown around his neck clinging to him for protection. Realising too late that you should be mad at him so that by the time you are and you try to push him away he already has too good a grip on you and he pulls you in tighter, carrying you bridal style, triumphantly out the front door. You giggling and hitting his chest playfully in protest.

🪻When he wants to wake you gently he will prop himself up on his elbow beside you and stroke your hair from your face, lean down to talk all low and gentle in your ear, "Time to wake up baby." He'll kiss your cheek and then your ear, maybe steal a little nibble as he tries to rouse you from your dreams.

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🪻And when he's feeling a certain kind of way he has a favourite way to wake you up... With lots of soft, teasing caresses, his fingers trailing tickled lines along your thighs, his hands squeezing your ass, or slipping beneath your t-shirt to graze your belly and your breasts. He'll kiss along your neck, whisper teasing lines in your ear, "know you're dreaming about me babydoll... C'mon baby open your eyes..."

🪻It is of course entirely consensual and he would never try anything with you you hadn't already talked about. Cal adores you and would never do anything to you he wasn't completely certain you wouldn't want him to.

🪻And in truth it's your favourite way to wake up... In fact sometimes when you really want him, you'll pretend to be sleeping just to tempt him into trying to tease you... And sometimes when you've woken up to his gentle touch on your skin, you'll keep your eyes closed and try to hide your smile hoping he'll take things further and push the boundaries... You're not a very good actress however and you always give yourself away with a moan or a needy, sleepy little whine.

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Hiii! I suddenly had an idea like a vision or something tehee

imagine after a party (idk, hunting dogs celebrating another victory) and s/o’s feet hurt for her heels so tecchou noticing, carries her on his back. sorry if it was simple

btw Can i call you Judy and be 🪻anon?

You've gifted me a nickname and all I did was ignore you. I think the best thing that should be done is that I write your ask and that you beat me (jk please don't I'm just a writer. but ily flower anon that nickname is so sweet u have full use to call me it <3)

Scenario: Husband! Tecchou carries fem! reader around while at a party (TW for reader being a little drunk at some parts lol)

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Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Wiser

1:15 AM

The work party was still raging on.

Fukuchi and Teruko were screaming a duet into the karaoke machine, some sort of anime intro that Tachihara complained only old people would know.

Jouno was surprisingly still in the room, forcing some poor chef to make another batch of some overly complicated dish that apparently only Jouno could appreciate. There was a gun on the table, although surprisingly it wasn't pointed at anyone yet.

You could breathe a sigh of relief at that.

All you were looking for now was Tecchou. He had gone missing around half an hour ago, doing who knew what. He was the one thing keeping you alive at this party, considering how you were one or two drinks away from either passing out on the floor or just trying to take yourself home.

Your feet hurt, what else could you say? Maybe you were a little bit too drunk right now since you were sad over where you had placed your shoes. They were somewhere in the room, you were sure of it.

It was a really emotional endeavor, enough that you felt tears start to come to your eyes thinking about where you placed them. You tried to wipe them away the best you could, trying to not hit your face with the pair of shoes you were holding in your hands.

You walked across the room, hoping to find your husband in the crowd of very important government people whose names had lost you at that moment. Thankfully no one approached you, although maybe it was because they were all as messy as you were.

Tecchou was one of the tallest people there, and even on your tippy toes, you couldn't find his messy chestnut hair in the sea of heads. The feeling of panic started to settle quickly, your heart almost beating outside of your chest - your husband could be almost anywhere.

You turned around, feeling your tongue fall into your throat as you still couldn't locate your man. Wiping your wet eyes, you watched as a man approached you - tall, with messy chestnut hair.

Swallowing deeply, you tried to compose yourself as you saw his eyes land directly onto yours. Against your will, your eyes began to well up with tears once again.

Your feet guided you, rushing towards him like a bullet.

There was no thought as you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried down inside of his red suit. You sighed with relief as you felt your cold nose start to warm up against his body, the air you breathed our fanning against the cold skin on your cheeks as you nuzzled deeper onto him.

“Oh, there you are Angel.”

Two hands pulled at your arms, their warmth shocking your cold skin into goosebumps. His fingertips danced along your skin, callouses massaging your skin all the way up to your shoulders.

“I was looking for you. I was starting to think you got lost.”

You looked up as you said this, blinking innocently up into his honey eyes. He leaned his head a little bit away to stare at you, the tattoos on his cheek blending in with his long eyelashes.

Watching them twitch made your lips curve up, how they perfectly melted in together. You took one of your hands and pulled his face to look down at you properly, his brows pinching as he took in the full sight of you.

“You're so pretty Tecchou. Do you ever hear that?”

He smiled at those words, leaning closer into your hand.

“You told me that on our wedding night, actually.”

His brows pinched again, his gaze looking downward once again.

“Angel, why aren't you wearing your shoes?”

His words took a little to sink in, you still too busy watching how his beautiful face pulled apart as he said those words - the tattoos underneath his eye moving just underneath the small creases from his smile.

“Hmm… My feet hurt.”

You other hand lowered itself, cradling his waist as you swayed to the music that played throughout the room. It was easy to ignore the horrible singing that accomidated it, as you instead focused on the strong muscles that were barely consealed underneath Tecchou's suit.

He barely budges, only swaying slightly as he let you have your moment - watching you with hooded eyes. His steps were small, his heels clicking lightly against the tile of the dance floor.

“You know, if your feet hurt I can just carry you around.”

Stopping, you looked up at him, looking at his face carefully. His eyes held no lie, seeing as he was always a truthful man.

“Are you sure about that?” It was always polite to ask in your mind, even when you were challenging one of the strongest men you knew.

“I can lift twice your weight, you know that angel.“

A small smirk spread on his face as he said this, his eyes poring through your figure. His hands traveled down to your waist, squeezing you gently.

”I wouldn't break a sweat at all, if that's what you're worried about.“

You didn't have time to react as you stomach did twists, Tecchou manhandling you into a bride carry with ease.

”Oh my god, Tecchou!”

It was impossible to hide the joy in your words as he carried you, continuing the dance you had started earlier with ease. He hummed along softly to the song that still played, ignoring whatever wailing words were coming out of a horribly drunk Fukuchi's mouth at that moment.

It wouldn't ruin yours at the very least.

“What? I'm not going to let you walk around while your feet hurt.”

He danced with ease, completing a lazy waltz with you in his arms. His soft locks were lit up by the chandelier above, turned into a soft caramel from the light that shone through the strands. They stuck up in all sorts of directions, forming a creme brulee halo around his face.

You brought one of your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing your fingers to sift through the longer strangs of his hair. It was soft, almost an estactic feeling to have something so ethereal under your hand.

“You're so gorgeous.”

His face was closer to yours, his nose nearly brushing against yours. You giggled, stealing his air as you did so.

“I think you said that to me on our wedding night, handsome.“

His lips were pressed against yours, his handsome face blocking your vision for the rest of that night.

[viilpstick]

YOU GUYS SEE THEM⁉️🗣️

NOW LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT THIS GOOD LOOKING MF

OMG WHY SO SO SO GORGEOUS⁉️⁉️⁉️

KICKING MY FEET AND TWIRLING MY HAIR

One chance, is all I ask🙏🙏

THE SOONER YOU GUYS NOTICE I AM GOING TO WIFE THIS MAN UP FASTER THAN A CHEETAH‼️‼️🤭🤭

Playful Land Groovies

[poppy-metal]

be prepared for the inbox flood bc i just let my fingers fly in my notes app. you shouldn’t have challenged me 😈‼️

luke’s young sister au with jordan where you tell sam about it and sam is fighting the demons (the puppets) not to tell luke but how can he betray his twin by telling their older brother but how can he betray luke by not saying anything and eventually you just spill to luke bc RAAAAA we can’t have sam feeling bad and jordan ends up shutting out you AND luke bc they think luke is upset with them and they’re not even sure what to say to you, i mean you’re the one who wanted to keep it a secret??? 

them still shutting you out even when luke makes it abundantly clear that he isn’t upset with them (he was at first but yk the scene in friends where ross is like “MY BEST FRIEND AND MY SISTER😡😡???…. my best friend and my sister🥰”??? it’s like that.) and they start hanging out again 

you literally having to show up at jordan’s dorm and threaten to break their door off the fucking hinged for them to let you in

hot nasty hours long make up sex 😈‼️

agreeing to not be a secret anymore🤞🏼(enter simp jordan era!)

-🪻

brothers best friend jordan is so important to me, flower. sniffs.

you know the sex is nasty too. you're angry at them for giving you up so easy, they're angry because you got them into this mess in the first place, this sneaking around and lying and even if luke is okay with it, it doesn't stop the fact that they lied for so long and went behind his back. you're red in the face, pushing and shoving at their shoulders, because they dont get to act all high and fucking mighty when they could have stopped whenever they wanted. they didn't have to fuck you, but they did. they didn't have to keep fucking you, but they did.

it ends with them kissing you to shut you up, god you're such a fucking brat, so fucking annoying. always nipping at their heels and driving them crazy. but they kiss you like they're straving. moaning and backing you up till your back is slammed against the wall, hands everywhere, your shirt is gone, then theirs is, clothes yanked off and they're still angry, but also so turned on by the time they hitch you up higher and slide you down onto their cock slow and fucking steady - "you come into my dorm, into my fucking life - with all your fuckin' demands and your big fucking eyes and tight clothes and sweet - ah, hell - sweet fucking pussy. and you think you can yell at me?" they grip your chin as they really give it to you then, slamming you up and down on their dick with one hand wrapped around your waist, bouncing you on it, the shlick shlick shlick of your pussy coming up and down over them filling the room - "that's now how it works, baby. you want this dick you gotta -" they drag you up, till just the head - thick and throbbing - is pressing at your opening - "ask fucking nicely from now on." they feed it back into you, your head thumps back against the wall. your thighs tightening around their waist.

you don't care what you have to do from now on, as long as jordan fucks you like this every day. you'll be sweet as fucking pie. (that's a lie)

[saltyyuuri]

🪻In another life 🪻

Iso x Fem! Reader

PART 3

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10

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Warnings: mention of blood- mild violence and mental health. It's going to be angsty. This warning is simply going to be copy pasted to all chapters

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"So.... Iso, would you like to go get boba?" You asked him with a sincere tone, trying to do it to over energetically but at the same time trying to not seem like you don't want to. You felt like you were overthinking this interaction, but even so, you felt a pit in your stomach when he looked up at you with the same indifferent expression before he spoke. "No, thank you." He simply said, barely lifting his eyes up from his phone to answer you.

You were trying to shoot your shot at getting him to hang out with you for once, and that opportunity came because Sage was out on a mission for a bit. You figured that since she was going to be gone a few days maybe he'd want someone else to go fetch boba with- but it seemed that you were wrong.

You stood there for a moment, still staring at him as the only thing that went through your head at that exact moment was 'Omega earth Iso would have said yes'. And it pained you that that was your first thought at this moment- no matter how much you were trying to push it away, it was nagging you at the back of your mind. "No problem... I guess I'll go alone then." You said a bit more quieter, turning on your heels to head out of the common room.

You were at war with your thoughts more and more these days, even if you tried to not let it show to anyone. You didn't want anyone starting to ask you why you were so distracted or why you looked so stressed and tired- the place is your mind was going was places even you didn't want to talk about for the sake of not getting in trouble, big trouble. You took another big deep breath to try to calm your nerves, walking out of the common room, your small backpack slung over one shoulder.

You quietly made your way down the hallway of the headquarters, bitting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself distracted and keep your mind off of whatever was going on in your head. You made your way down some stairs before finally exiting through the main entrance, the warm sun of the day hitting your skin. It was a nice day, not too hot but rather pleasant.

You figured you were going to walk to the Boba shop, since it was so nice it would be a nice opportunity to get some extra exercise done outside. You let out another soft sigh, starting to walk towards the gate that gave access to Headquarters, putting your backpack on properly instead of having it hanging off one shoulder only. You pulled out your key card, swiping it so that the gate would open and allow you to exit. With a metallic clicking noise, the gate opened and you walked out, heading on the sidewalk of the main Street.

But the sound of the gate opening again caught your attention, looking over your shoulder to see who was following behind you, wondering who else decided to head out on such a nice day. Much to your surprise, Iso was actually walking up to you, hands in his pockets with an indifferent look on his face. You were surprised, giving him a confused look. You thought he said no for boba- so why was he heading out?

"Iso? Whatcha doing?" You asked him curiously as he walked up towards you, then continued walking past you. You matched his step since he seemed to be going the same direction you were anyways. "Getting boba. You gave me a craving when you mentioned it." He replied a bit flatly, not looking your way when he spoke. He was facing the direction he was walking, looking all too casual.

"Oh- well guess we're getting boba together afterall-" you said with a small chuckle, trying to be casual about it all even though you were happy about the outcome. Of course, the way he brought it up that he was just going to get it because you gave him craving and not because he wanted to come with you went well above your head- you were just happy that you two could finally hang out outside of missions- and that it was one of the rare times he gave you attention outside of missions.

"Guess so." He replied once more with a monotone voice, shrugging slightly as he walked. You were keeping up with his pace, because just like when you were on a mission, he was setting the pace and you were just following. You tried to come up with a different type of topic of conversation, trying to keep words flowing.

"It's a really nice day too. There's a nice park near the boba shop that has a small River that goes through it. It's a nice spot-" you started to say, saying the first thing that came to your mind when it came to trying to make a conversation. "I know. I've been there a few times with Sage." He responded with a monotone voice once again.

Of course - you internally face palmed. Of course he went there with Sage, hell he probably went at every good spot in the city with her. Why did you even bother bringing it up- if you would have thought about it for a second you would have known, or at least guessed it. "Right..." You said a bit awkwardly, deciding to shut up. You were realizing that anything else that you would add on to that conversation would probably end up revolving around Sage once again.

And as much as you liked Sage- the one time you get to hang out with Iso, you really didn't want the conversation to revolve around her. You were racking your brain trying to find something to say, something that wouldn't inevitably change the conversation back to the Head healer of protocol- but nothing came to you. And the worst part of it all was that every time you thought of something to say- you imagined Iso's dry response and comment about Sage... Then you imagined Omega Earth Iso and what kind of response he would have given.

You quickly tried to shake those thoughts away again, you really did not want to keep up with comparing the two all the time- even if technically it was the same person; they were completely different and I had to accept that. I had to accept that the version I would have loved more wasn't going to be the one I could have- if I could even have one at all.

You were so lost in thought you didn't even realize that you two had made it to the Boba shop, walking in behind Iso, somehow not even realizing when you did walk in the store. What snap you out of it was when you bumped into him from not paying attention. "Shit- I'm sorry-" you immediately apologized, blinking a few times as you realized your surroundings and snapped back to reality.

Iso's brows furrowed, taking a moment before speaking up, as if considering his words. "Were you daydreaming?" He finally asked, breaking the silence that had been settling between you two again. "Yeah - sorry. I didn't even realize we were here-" you mumbled out, looking around once more before your eyes landed on the menu, trying to put your attention elsewhere.

"What has you so caught up in your thoughts?" Iso asked, still looking at you with that same expression, his brows furrowed in a slight hint of curiosity. It was one of the rare times where he was the one to ask a question and not the other way around- where he was the one starting the conversation and taking interest. Even if the topic wasn't one you wished to move along on-there was a part of you that was still very happy that there is some sort of advancement.

"It's nothing to worry about, I was just thinking about Mission related stuff, then my mind just wondered." It wasn't a lie; it was just a very stretched out truth. You continued to look over the menu trying to figure out what you would order, realizing that there was quite a few options, a lot more than you were expecting. A lot of them looked really nice, so you were taking a bit more time than necessary to pick.

Iso ended up going to the counter first to order, and you were still sitting back trying to figure out what to get. After a few more moments you realized that he was about to get his order and you still didn't even order yours. You tried to pick randomly, going with one of the first things you saw in the menu before moving towards the counter the place an order.

But Iso stopped you, an arm reaching out in front of you, holding a bubble tea in front of you. You blinked in surprise a few times before looking up at him. "Huh-" you stuttered out, confused as to why he was giving you a drink. "You look like you were having a hard time deciding." He simply said, looking back down at the drink he was offering you before looking back up at you, almost a quiet way to tell you to take it.

"thanks-" you finally said, taking the drink. You took a moment to look at it, wondering what he got you. It was purple colored and it looked like it had milk in it- and you have a slight moment where you felt a bit guilty. It's not like he could know but, you couldn't have dairy products due to your intolerance to them. You didn't know if you should just quietly take the drink and not tell him or if he should just be honest, you didn't want to mess up the one time everything seemed to be going good for once and that Sage wasn't getting involved.

"why are you just staring at it? Something wrong?" Iso asked you as you two walked out of the shop, noticing that you weren't drinking it but rather just looking at it. "Oh- uh..." You looked back at the drink before looking back at him. And before you could even overthink it the truth just came out. "I... Can't have dairy products .." you said a bit quietly as you looked back down at the drink, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I know." He said, simply raising a brow at you, looking unfazed as always. "It's almond milk. You'll be fine." He followed up, taking another sip of his drink. You had another moment of surprise where you just looked at him confused. "Wait how the hell did you know-I don't remember telling you-" you said, finally taking a small sip at the drink. It tasted really good, and you could also taste the almond milk-it was a familiar taste to you as it was your preferred substitute.

"I overheard you talking about it to Clove once when they offered to go out for ice cream." He replied flatly, his attention turning back to the sidewalk in front of you, just looking straight ahead as if what he said was absolute normal knowledge. "So you just casually remembered my own food intolerances-.. okay- " you said once again in a confused manner.

You took another sip at the drink, trying to figure out what the flavor was. It paired nicely with the almond milk but you never tried this before so you had no idea what you were drinking. "What flavor is this?" You finally asked ask curiosity was starting to get the better of you. "Taro. Never had it before?"

"No, actually. I usually just stick to the green tea juices bubble teas- because I didn't even know they had dairy free options." You said as you shook your head slightly, your gaze starting to look around to the various buildings around you, the different brick colors and different styles blending in together somehow.

Silence settled once again, the two of you walking back to the gate for protocol headquarters. You swiped your key card first so you could go in, and he walked in behind you after swiping his own key card, the two of you making your way back inside the building. It remained silent between the two of you as you walked down the main hall. You were ready to go ahead towards your dorm, looking over at Iso.

"it was nice hanging out with you outside of mission context-" you said with a small smile, hoping that he would take it as a good thing and maybe offer to go out a bit more often and hang. Instead he just gave you a small hum of acknowledgment and continued walking, heading to his own dorm. You didn't want to look weird but just staring, so instead you went inside your own dorm, shutting the door behind you.

This afternoon definitely left you confused- he willingly hung out with you, surprisingly Sage only got mentioned once and he was the one to start a conversation, even if it wasn't too long. Even though there was once again silence between you, this time it felt like things improved a bit, on how he picked out your drink, how he willingly came along and he chatted back.

You pushed away any slight disappointment from his lack of goodbyes, focusing on the positives. You smiled Softly, sitting at your office chair and deciding to text Clove about your day, and for once not comparing any of the interactions you had to what could have been with omega earth Iso. For once you felt like your mind was at ease about that whole situation.

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Your stress levels were much lower and your focus was slowly returning, not looking as tired or as scatterbrained as the last few days. You were slowly getting your energy back, which was encouraging to Clove. They made sure to encourage you about it, taking notice and pushing you forward to keep it up.

"Thanks, Clove." You said with a smile, laughing a little bit embarrassingly as they encouraged you. "Don't give me that look! It's true, you look more alive now. And a lot less tired-" Clove said, their own smile widening as they decided to pinch your cheek as they spoke."yeah - I get it, I look like a walking corpse or whatever-" you replied as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"No-not a corpse. Corpses are rotten and smell-" Clove snickered out, their smile just getting wider. "More like... Existential crisis type of look. " They said, elbowing you this time as they spoke. In a way they weren't that far off, with all the stress that you were going through and all the thoughts that have been going through your head, you could almost compare it to an existential crisis.

"I guess that's not as bad-" you mumbled out amused, walking beside Clove as they made their way towards the common room with you. "Yeah, definitely could have been a lot worse. Plus~, you we're able to get some advancement through it all, so that's a bonus~" Clove said teasingly, their smile turning into a smirk. They were referring to that little hangout you had with Iso, which seem to have boosted your mood quite a bit.

You laughed lightly, not denying it as they weren't wrong. There had been a bit of improvement for the first time in a while, slowly but surely. And you had to admit it was really nice, finally not just being forgotten instantly after your 'purpose' was done.

When you two made it inside the common room, your eyes immediately landed on Iso... And Sage. She had come back earlier this morning, and it seemed like he was already back at hanging out with her. You felt a slight pang in your heart but you ignored it. Of course he would want to hang out with her as soon as she was back- they were friends after all. Or at least you hoped they were only friends-.

You were just hoping that you wouldn't end up being forgotten once again now that she was back- and you were also hoping that you weren't just a bit of a plug for him while his friend was out. You unintentionally started biting your bottom lip nervously, looking away to not let your thoughts overdo it once again. Clove tugged your arm, dragging you to a table where some othere were hanging out- Gekko, Sova and Raze . They didn't seem to notice that nervous look that went across your face, but you rather keep it like that for now.

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"So, not to nervous for that next mission coming up? Heading back into the Omega Earth?" Sova asked you, the conversation that had started out pretty light between you, Clove, Gekko , Raze and Sova somehow ended up turning back towards Mission conversation- something that usually you wouldn't mind too much, except when the subject of Omega Earth was brought up once again.

The moment he mentioned it, you could already feel your thoughts wanting to start to drift back, and once again you had to force yourself to not give in, putting up a smile and shaking your head. "No, the last one went pretty well, minus the one hiccup." You said in a steady voice, not letting your nervousness show. Of course you were lying, you weren't even trying to stretch out the truth this time.

You were nervous as hell, and kind of scared. You were scared that you would cross paths with Omega Earth Iso again, scared that it would feed into the longing feeling you were trying to ignore. You were also scared that it was going to continue feeding into that ideal image you wanted to make of Iso - slowly breaking the character of the one you knew.

You could already feel a pit forming in your stomach of unease, but continued to keep a calm face up. "Wow, seems like you're getting over your last trip over there pretty well!" Raze butted in, her response very energetic. You let out a small sheepish chuckle, not quite sure what to answer. You didn't have to worry about answering though since the other seem to butt in the conversation.

"yeah, I don't know how you and Iso do it- y'all are always so chill when it comes to this stuff. Like I get you two are good but damn-" Gekko said, smiling as he spoke, one of his hands busy keeping wingman occupied on his lap. The little radiavore critter was restless once again, so he was trying to keep it busy so I wouldn't start causing chaos.

"Gekko is right, you two are quite the pair." Sova added, a friendly smile on display, glancing down at the little yellow critter on Gekko's lap that seemed to be wanting more attention, letting out little gurgles. "Yeah..." Once again you didn't really know what to say to that, just letting out a sheepish chuckle, shrugging. Clove thankfully finally butted in to change the conversation subject, they were seeing how you were getting a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh! Off subject but did you guys see that Brimstone started allowing certain pets in HQ?" Clove said excitedly, coming to save the day with that subject change. Of course that immediately got their attention, the small group starting to chatter off about the various pets that were starting to get allowed in the protocol headquarters.

You listened a bit absently as Raze and Gekko started debating which pet would be the best to keep within the ones that were allowed, and from what you were listening to, seem to be a fight between either reptiles or amphibians. But once again you weren't really listening or following along, starting to space out.

Your eyes ended up landing on Iso, who was talking with Sage a bit further away. Your thoughts drifted once again, and once again the first thing that came to your mind was 'if it was omega Earth Iso...' The anxiousness that you felt every time that kind of thought came through you came back, making you feel just a bit ill for even thinking that once again. You were hating the effect that Omega Earth Iso left on you.

It was unfair. It was really unfair that it was omega Earth Iso that kept coming back to your mind, haunting it and taunting it so much. It was unfair how he was subconsciously meddling with your thoughts, making them more and more of a mess every damn time.

"(Y/N)? You okay?" Sova asked in a lowered tone, not wanting to disrupt the conversation that was going on with the three others at the table, leaning in slightly towards you. "Huh? Yeah I'm fine-just spacing out." You replied in a low voice, waving him off almost instantly to not let him worry.

But sadly enough for you, Sova was a perspective person. What did you expect, he was a hunter after all. He simply stared at you for a moment longer, studying your facial expression while you became slightly uncomfortable as he stared. You averted your gaze, not really wanting to keep the eye contact. You knew he was trying to spot the one crack, the one sign that would show you weren't actually that fine- and it was definitely not something you were appreciating much right now.

Even less when he got up, tugging at your arm slightly to get you to follow. At least if there was one thing he was good at doing was giving a real good excuse. "I just remembered, (Y/N), I was supposed to ask you to come by the training room office, you forgot to fill out last week's chart." He simply said, histone nonchalant and sounding sincere, the perfect excuse that no one would question. The other three barely really acknowledged it and just immediately returned to their conversation well you started to get dragged off.

You didn't want to cause a scene, knowing that if you refuse to follow him it would start attracting attention. And you didn't really want that extra attention on you right now. So, you let him drag you off, and he did actually bring you over to the training room office, and for a second you thought maybe that excuse he gave was actually true.

That was until he shut the office door, then looked at you at crossed arms. "So? What's really on your mind?" Sova said, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at you, his gaze sharp and analytic.

Great, now you were going to be stuck doing round two of telling the truth but not the exact entire thing. You couldn't even tell Clove- and now you had Sova on your back, which was making you anxious. Your mind was racing and you were trying to figure out a way to say it that wouldn't be giving away exactly what happened.

"Just ... Look, last mission I did on Omega Earth, something happened and I'll admit it's making me nervous to go back." You started off, trying to think of the words you could say without giving away what happened. Hell, Sova didn't even have the contacts that you actually had feelings for your own duo, Iso. Which meant that you couldn't even tell him why it would affect you so much to see Omega earth Iso - and why it was getting a little nerve-wrecking.

"But you seem to report that everything went well, minus going through Omega Iso's ultimate." Sova said sharply, his eyes practically staring holes into your skull at this point. You're getting more and more nervous, taking a step back as your palms were getting a bit sweaty too. "Y-yes, I mean technically everything did go well-..." You said, becoming less certain of your words and knowing less and less what to say.

"Technically? What do you mean technically?" Sova said, taking a step forward towards you as he spoke, the more you said the more he was trying to grasp onto your words and try to force the answer out of you. "Sova, I really don't want to talk about it-" you stammered out nervously, shaking your head as you took another step back.

He took another step forward, making you feel a little bit like prey getting toyed with. You wondered for a moment if this is how it felt to be hunted, to know that you were moments away from a catastroph. "But I really want to hear about it, it's obviously affecting you. And we need our agents in top shape. If it's affecting you this much there's a problem." Sova said, his tone firm as he spoke, insistent on getting that answer.

You are feeling trapped, not seeing any escape to this conversation. Your mind was racing and you were considering trying to throw a bone, trying to protect the exact secret that couldn't come out by tossing out a different one. The split second that crossed your mind you didn't hesitate to just ramble that out, if it meant giving him off your back, it was worth a try.

"L-look-... I just-... Don't tell anyone this-..." You started to stammer out, due to nervousness you were starting to stutter a bit. "I have feelings for Iso." You managed to say without stuttering too much, feeling your face heat up. It was embarrassing as hell having to say it, but at least if it could sidetrack him a bit and finally get him off your case, it was worth the embarrassment.

Sova was taken aback by the confession, pausing before taking a step back to give you a chance to breathe. "Oh-" he said, suddenly looking a little embarrassed himself. He looked to the side for a moment, composing his thoughts as he tried to find something to say, realizing that maybe pushing you to talk when it was about something like this wasn't the best idea. "I.. I apologize- I thought that maybe- .." he started to awkwardly say, scratching the back of his neck.

"...That's something bad had happened?" You finished off his sentence quietly, watching as he nodded to confirm. You let out a small sigh of relief, which he thought was because you were relieved he was done pressuring you into talking- which wasn't false, you were just mostly relieved he wasn't going to push further. "So I take it seeing his doppelganger took you off guard? Probably made it harder to pull the trigger." Sova asked, sympathy washing over his expression.

If you could play off of that narrative, and it could keep him off your back, then you are more than glad to let him know on to that secret. Plus, if anything, you knew he wasn't just going to blab it out, so you weren't that nervous for him knowing about your feelings. "Yeah. It was... It was definitely a slap in the face." You said a bit quietly, looking away.

"No wonder why you were so tired and exhausted, you were probably over thinking that whole thing." Sova said, a sympathetic smile on his face as he spoke gently. "You should have said something sooner, even if it seems embarrassing- it's still your mental health at the end of the line that's suffering." Sova continued, though his tone was still gentle his voice was a little more firm this time.

You didn't know what to answer, you didn't know what to say. You were scared to speak because if you ended up saying something too much and he ended up over analyzing it, he'd figure out there was more to the story. You simply nodded, your face was flushed and embarrassment but also from the nervousness.

"... Next time, come talk to me. I'm not going to spill your secrets. I just want you to be well." Sova added once again, giving you a reassuring smile. You nodded, still a bit uncomfortable from it all. Once the conversation was over, he walked you back to your dorm and bid you good night, giving you once again a reassuring smile.

The moment you were alone in your room, you let yourself fall into your bed, hands covering your face as you rubbed it. "Shit, what kind of mess am I getting in..." You mumbled out, taking a few deep breaths to stay calm. You had a decision to make for next mission if you crossed paths with Omega Iso, and you're not liking your choices.